birthright
birthright
awakened startled
a cold sweat
something’s wrong
couldn’t put
my finger on it
night sky clear yet
in my mind
fog grew thicker
read my blood-sugar
meter said fifty-five
way too low
had to raise it
peanut butter with honey
coffee with cream
fog lifts
thinking clearly
a gift I inherited
from my father
and passed on
to my child
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I like this because anyone who hasn’t had to deal with diabetes, myself included, don’t know what a moment like this means and how taxing it can be always having to keep up with it. This poem captures that perspective well.
Thankyou!
Your “everyday” poems are for us all, Dennis! Such a gift!……. (I upped mine the other day with a “fluffer-nutter”……. I can relate to the dips and dives of blood sugar!)
Thank you, Amy!
I can totally relate to this. I like the way you describe the fog.
Thank you!
Beautiful way to describe how a diabetic feels at times. Looking forward to reading all your work
Thank you!